Page 53 of From the Courtroom to the Court
An irrational fear tightens her chest, but she decides to hide it, going against Dr. Mitchell's advice.
"Great," Leah experiences a sudden tingling in her chest just thinking about an evening with Emily, but works hard not to show it. "Do you like fusion cuisine? I know a restaurant where I can order..."
"Actually, I prefer a double cheeseburger with everything on it," Emily interrupts with flushed cheeks.
Leah stops mid-sentence and ends up smiling at the lawyer's honesty while imagining her holding one of those burgers that drip sauce everywhere, requiring more napkins than anyone could possibly use.
"Burgers it is," the tennis player concludes. "Any place in particular?"
"Surprise me," Emily says.
Leah gives a crooked smile and nods.
"In that case, I'll expect you at my place at eight-thirty. Does that work for you?"
Emily is so punctual arriving at Leah's house that she doesn't want to seem desperate and lets a couple minutes pass before ringing the doorbell. The tennis player opens the gate and Emily crosses the property to the house, where Leah waits with the door open, dressed in linen pants and a loose tank top that exposes one of her shoulders. The lawyer loses focus at this sight just as she's climbing the porch steps.
Leah can't do anything about the scene unfolding before her because it happens so quickly that she has no time to react. Emily trips over her own foot and her body lurches forward at the same speed as her purse, which Leah—stunned—watches fly past her and slide across the floor inside her house while Emily lands in front of her feet with a small cry of surprise.
"Oh my god, Emily," she says, immediately crouching down to help her up.
She grabs her under the shoulders and pulls her up, finding herself face-to-face with her radiant smile as soon as she's standing.
"Sorry, my clumsiness knows no bounds," Emily says, looking at her palms, reddened after landing on them.
Leah takes them delicately.
"Did you hurt yourself?"
Emily shakes her head with a quick movement that makes her hair dance, sending the fruity smell of her shampoo toward Leah, who can't help pulling her close enough to give her a soft kiss on the lips that sends the lawyer's heart racing while simultaneously throwing her off balance.
"You shouldn't, Leah..." she says, dazed, touching her lips with her fingers as if Leah's were still there. "We had a deal."
"And I fulfilled my part," Leah responds, looking at her intently.
Emily needs a few seconds to understand what she means.
"You broke up with Stella?" she asks, about to spit her heart out of her mouth.
"Yes, I went to see her for that, Emily," she reminds her and narrows her eyes. "Which means I'm free to..."
Leah can't finish explaining because Emily lunges at her mouth and tangles her tongue with hers while pushing her into the house. The tennis player doesn't even close the door when they enter, she simply grabs Emily's waist to guide her toward the couch and, before lying on top of her, the lawyer has already removed her shirt.
There are no preliminaries or tender kisses or electrifying caresses. Suddenly they realize that the waiting has been consuming them and the need to satisfy themselves becomes an urgency they must address before continuing to talk.
Leah has no trouble lifting Emily's dress skirt and moving her underwear to the side, nor does Emily struggle to slip her hand into Leah's pants. When Leah penetrates her, Emily releases a pleasurable murmur that makes the skin on Leah's entire body prickle and nearly makes her come.
"Am I doing okay like this?" she asks, maintaining a soft, steady rhythm, dizzy with pleasure while Emily touches her.
"Perfectly," the lawyer answers between broken sighs.
The living room fills with the sound of their increasingly loud sighs and the smacking of desperate kisses before the moans arrive and, finally, a guttural cry escapes from Emily's throat when she comes while Leah muffles hers against a couch cushion.
"Damn, I didn't know I needed this so badly," Emily says after a couple of minutes relaxing, her gaze fixed on the ceiling while caressing Leah's back, lying face down beside her.
The tennis player smiles against her shoulder and nods.
"I agree," she affirms and lowers the strap of Emily's dress to give her a soft kiss that makes her shiver.
